We're at my new location, and I point out to the boys that a narrow floor-to-ceiling bookcase provides a perfect fit for my (virtually) complete works of P.G. Wodehouse, with ancillary biographies and celebrations -- a hundred-plus books, mainly paperback, mainly orange-spined Penguins.
"Aren't you a little obsessed?" Primus comments.
"Not at all, " I lie. "He's my favorite author, and he's taught me more than any other writer about how to write funny."
"You're funny?" he asks, puzzled.
When my younger son was getting ready to meet Dennis Lehane at a signing, he said to me, very excited, "Mom, I can't believe that I get to meet a REAL writer."
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